June 8, 2009

Young Old, The Movie XX

Really, children's toys are absolutely worthless. All Young Old wants to play with is anything and everything that Mama K and Papa Old utilize throughout the day. He regularly turns his nose up at the rattles, board books, wooden blocks, rusty screwdrivers, etc. that we place before him, fixating instead upon our silverware, kitchen appliances, the DVD player, our freebasing equipment, and, of course, the computer:

Not sure this is what is meant by the term "early adopter," but I'm rolling with it. Maybe he'll even be able to take over writing the blog in a few months, as I'm finding less and less time to keep up with things around here, as I'm sure you've lately noticed.

The Players:

Old -That'd be me. The name originates from close high school friends, and has something to do with broken ankles, illegal beer, and the wisdom of the Ancients. You'll have to ask them.

Young -The little guy who made his appearance into our world late August of 2008. He's been granted the title of Young Old, and we're deeply and madly infatuated with him. Hopefully the title of the blog makes sense now for what is essentially a lengthy love letter to our son.

Mama K -My lovely wifey, the one actually doing all the work, bless her heart. My heroine for going through the incubation process; I don't think I'd have lasted a day.